856THat God forbid , that made me first your slaue,

857I should in thought controule your times of pleasure,

858Or at your hand th' account of houres to craue,

859Being your vassail bound to staie your leisure.

860Oh let me suffer(being at your beck)

861Th' imprison'd absence of your libertie,

862And patience tame, to sufferance bide each check,

863Without accusing you of iniury.

864Be where you list, your charter is so strong,

865That you your selfe may priuiledge your time

866To what you will, to you it doth belong,

867Your selfe to pardon of selfe-doing crime.

868 I am to waite, though waiting so be hell,

869Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

871IF their bee nothing new, but that which is,

872Hath beene before , how are our braines beguild,

873Which laboring for inuention beare amisse

874The second burthen of a former child ?

875Oh that record could with a back-ward looke,

876Euen of fiue hundreth courses of the Sunne,

877Show me your image in some antique booke,

878Since minde at first in carrecter was done.

879That I might see what the old world could say,

880To this composed wonder of your frame,

881Whether we are mended, or where better they,

882Or whether reuolution be the same.

883 Oh sure I am the wits of former daies,

884To subiects worse haue giuen admiring praise.

886LIke as the waues make towards the pibled shore,

887So do our minuites hasten to their end,

888Each changing place with that which goes before,

889In sequent toile all forwards do contend.

890Natiuity once in the maine of light.